Just what it says on the tin: this list is both self- and writing-centered, and contains up to 78% unrefined enthusiasm byproducts by weight.
1. I took my first-ever advance check to the bank this week. Dollars are happy things! But I gotta tell you, "I Are Real Writer" vibes are far, far happier. And the money, in turn, led to
2. Me posting an ad for an honest-to-God for-real conlanger (that's short for "constructed-language-er", I believe) to create honest-to-God for-real languages for my books - and getting whomped by interested applicants. I am so, so stoked to finally be doing this. It's so fun and expensive and makes me feel like a million bucks. Is this what it's like to get a makeover?
Speaking of which, mad props to the Language Creation Society and David Peterson in particular, who's taken so much time out of his busy schedule as the reigning Supreme Conlang Overlord to help make my want-ad more than a series of ignorant grunts and squeals. (Writer-peeps, holler at me if you think you might be in the market for conlang services - I've now got more fantastic contacts than I know what to do with!)
|Yes, I'm breaking the first rule of Fight Club.|
I am okay with that.
|Look at this cover, you guys.LOOK AT IT.|
5. As God is my witness, I am WRITING AGAIN! Take that, responsibilities! The fig of Spain for thee, sleep schedule! Lick my lemons, adulthood - I'm base-jumping to Narnia and you can't stop me!
You need to have things trying to stop you so that you can get a better sense of how fast you are going as you smash through them.